My husband had a conference he needed to attend in the town next to ours. I decided to tag along. Heck, a free room where I would also have access to a pool and spa while Josh was working for a few days. Who could say no to that?

After checking into the hotel, we decided to have a quick drink at the bar. Josh talked shop with a few of his work colleagues while I nursed my dirty martini. A handsome black man sat on the stool next to me and ordered a vodka on the rocks.

Turning to me, he asked, "Are you here for the conference?"

"No, my husband here is attending," I replied, motioning to Josh next to me. He was so engrossed in his conversation with his work buddies that he didn't even acknowledge me. "I'm Misty. How about you? Are you here for the conference?"

"My name is Marcus, and no, I'm not here for the conference. Just here to see what kind of mischief I can get into."

He smiled and took my hand to give it a quick kiss. I smiled back, looking into his bright blue eyes. I thought to myself again how ruggedly handsome he was. As he looked back into my eyes, I felt a shiver run down my spine and settle between my legs.

"Get yourself together, girl," I thought to myself. "Josh is standing right next to me."

"So, if your husband is going to be attending his conference for the next few days, what do you have planned for your time here, my dear?" He asked with a sly smile.

"Probably just a little shopping," I replied. "And maybe a day at the hotel spa."

He nodded, looking me up and down with a slight smirk on his face.

At that moment, Josh turned back to me and saw I was talking to the man sitting next to me.

Sticking out his hand in greeting, "Hi, my name is Josh. Thanks for keeping my wife distracted while I spoke with a few of my work colleagues."

"Marcus," he returned the greeting, shaking my husband's hand. "More than happy to converse with such an engaging and attractive woman. You are a very lucky man, Josh."

"Yes, I count my blessings every day to have Misty by my side," he replied, looking lovingly into my eyes. "Let's get going, honey. Can you wait here for a moment while I use the restroom?"

"Sure, no problem. I'll wait here until you return," I replied.

Josh turned and headed for the bathroom, leaving me alone with Marcus. I turned back to him and saw he was grinning and looking me over again. I felt a wetness seeping into my panties at all the attention I was receiving from this exotic man I had just met. What was wrong with me? I'm a happily married woman getting turned on by the attention I was receiving from another man.

"I must make my exit now as well," he said. "But I will leave this with you before I go. You are a very attractive woman, Misty. I can tell you find me attractive as well. If you are interested in seeing where this mutual attraction might lead, meet me at ten tomorrow morning after your husband has left for his conference. My room number is 721."

Before I had a chance to respond, Marcus got up and quickly left the bar. I was stunned. My mouth stuck open in shock. I had never been so blatantly propositioned like that before. I should have been angry with how forward Marcus had been with me, but as it started to sink in, I realized I was actually quite aroused at receiving the attention of an incredibly attractive man other than my husband.

Smiling at what had transpired over the past ten minutes or so, thinking to myself about it again. It was not like I was actually going to take Marcus up on his outlandish offer.

Josh returned from the restroom and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "Are you ready to head to our room, sweetheart?" he said as he took my hand and led me out of the bar. I didn't respond. I just let Josh lead me out, my mind still reeling from what had just occurred.

The rest of the day passed quickly. Josh and I changed and then had a lovely dinner in the hotel restaurant. Several times I found myself scanning the other guests for any sign of Marcus, but I never noticed him. I had never cheated on my husband before, but here I was, actively seeking out a man who had just propositioned me earlier that afternoon.

"You can't be really considering his offer, Misty," I thought to myself.

"You have a faraway, distracted look, Misty," Josh said. "What are you thinking about, my love?"

"Oh, nothing much, dear." I lied. "I was just considering what I'll do tomorrow while you're attending the conference."

"I'm sure you'll find something interesting to keep yourself occupied," Josh replied. "I love how adventurous you are. You never let an opportunity to experience something new and exciting pass you by."

"You're right, honey," I returned with a sly smile. "You've convinced me. I think I will seek out a new adventure tomorrow. Maybe even something I would never have considered prior to today."

"That's my girl. I'll enjoy hearing about everything you get yourself into tomorrow night after I return from the conference."

My smile grew as I looked at my husband as he finished his meal, thinking to myself, "Maybe I won't tell you everything I get into tomorrow, or more specifically, what might get put into me."

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I did not sleep well, tossing and turning all night, all the while grappling with the wicked ideas filling my head. Josh snored peacefully beside me with no clue as to what his faithful wife was considering.

Josh woke early and was up and ready to be out the door by seven thirty. He wanted to get an early start on his responsibilities at the conference.

"Have a good day, my love," he said as he bent over me in the bed to give me a quick peck on my lips. "I look forward to hearing all about your day this evening."

With that, he quietly left the room, leaving me with my thoughts.

"OK, you're really not actually considering this," I thought to myself, even as I got up to shower. As I was shaving my legs, I just continued higher, and before I knew it, my pussy was bald as well. My husband had asked me multiple times to do this, so at the very least, I could surprise him with this later.

I was suddenly moving on autopilot. I sat at the vanity and started applying my makeup, emphasizing my eyes with dark shadow and thick lashes, before finishing with some bright red lipstick.

Stepping to the drawer, I pulled out my lingerie, my husband's favorite set in black satin and lace, including a matching garter belt. As I slid my sheer black stockings up each leg and fastened them to the garters, I thought to myself, "You're really going to do this, Misty. You're going to cheat on your husband with a man you just met yesterday."

I knew the answer was yes. There was no stopping what was now in motion. I finished getting dressed, putting on a tight black sweater dress and my four-inch heels. I had foregone putting on the bra and panties. There was no need for them, knowing what I would be doing shortly. I grabbed my purse and headed out the door. My destination was room 721.

Exiting the elevator, I walked down the long hallway toward Marcus's room. I stood outside the doorway for several minutes, not sure that I could really go through with it. Just as I was about to turn and leave, the door swung open. Marcus stood there before me in just his silk boxers. His ebony frame was a chiseled masterpiece. He grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. The door latched behind me; a loud click, signaling to me the end of my married faithfulness.

"I wasn't sure you were going to show, my dear," Marcus growled. "But I am so glad you did," he said, smiling. His bright white teeth contrasting with the contours of his ruggedly handsome black face.

"I was not sure whether I was going to either," I replied.

"You're excited you did, though, Misty. Aren't you?"

"Yes," I replied breathlessly as I stepped up and placed my lips tentatively upon his.

Marcus was not so tentative. He pulled me roughly against him, wrapping his arms around me, his hands cupping my ass as his tongue entered my mouth. I could feel his already hard cock pressing against me. Sighing, I responded instantly, my mouth opening instinctively, my tongue dueling with his as we kissed passionately.

Breaking our embrace, he slowly turned me away from him. Moving my long red hair aside, I felt the zipper on my dress lower; then, as he tugged it down until it pooled at my feet, I turned back to him, now only in my garter belt, stockings, and heels. He stepped back, eying me greedily from head to toe.

"You are so incredibly beautiful, Misty. I am going to really enjoy fucking your married pussy," he growled unashamedly.

I stepped back up to him, my hand lowering to feel his erection over his silk boxers. It twitched in my hand as I slowly stroked him. He was huge.

"Go ahead, Misty. I know you want this," he whispered in my ear.

I sank to my knees with a sigh, dragging his underwear down as I did. He stepped out of them, kicking them to the side. There before me was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. The light shone off its smooth ebony surface. It was much bigger than my husband's. A good nine inches compared to my husband's modest six.

"You like what you see, don't you, Misty? You want this cock in you more than ever now, don't you? You'll be comparing this to your husband from now on, won't you, my dear?"

"Yes, forever," I moaned, kissing the tip of his big, beautiful black cock, licking off the bead of precum that had already appeared.

Looking up into his eyes, I slid my tongue up his shaft from the base to his spongy head, where I swirled it around his crown before taking the tip into my mouth, savoring the musty taste of his cock. I slowly lowered my head and took it inside. It was much bigger than I was used to, and I could only get about half of his shaft into my mouth. I used my hand to stroke the remaining length up and down. Marcus grunted with his approval.

"Yes, that's it, Misty. Take my black cock into that sexy white mouth of yours. I'm going to love claiming that tight married pussy of yours in a moment."

I just hummed contentedly as I continued sucking Marcus's incredible shaft, my eyes never leaving his. My loving husband was completely out of my mind now.

After about five minutes of my worshipping his heavenly shaft, Marcus started to tense up, his breath getting shallow.

"Oh, fuck, Misty. I'm about to blow down that pretty throat of yours."

With a loud groan, Marcus unleashed his hot seed into my mouth and down my throat. Pulse after pulse of cum shot from his cock into my warm and willing mouth. I swallowed it all down greedily. I rarely let my husband cum in my mouth, but here I was letting a man I just met yesterday do that very thing with absolutely no regrets.

"Damn, girl. That mouth of yours needs to be registered as a national treasure," Marcus exclaimed, a little short of breath.

"I'm glad you approve," I replied, wiping my mouth. "Time to see what you can do in return," I said as I backed onto the bed, spreading my legs invitingly, my pussy glistening with my arousal, framed by my black garter belt and stockings.

"Now you're talking, my dear," Marcus replied, quickly dropping to his knees in front of me.

He slowly kissed his way up my nylon-covered legs. It was driving me insane. I needed to feel his tongue lapping against my dripping pussy. When he reached his prize, he inhaled sharply.

"I just love the smell of your married, white pussy," he said with a smile before diving right in. He slid his tongue from bottom to top, savoring my essence. "You taste divine, my dear. I'm going to make you see stars now."

With that, he slid his tongue around my clit, teasing it slowly, building my tension to a peak before easing off and edging me. He did this multiple times until I could no longer stand it.

"Please, Marcus. I need to cum. Please don't torture me anymore," I moaned unashamedly.

"Your wish is my command, my little slut."

He then attacked my clit again, sliding one and then a second finger into my willing hole, curling them to rub my G-spot. This time there was no stopping the inevitable. My back arched from the bed as I climaxed. My body convulsed uncontrollably as he licked and fingered me throughout my orgasm.

With my body still numb and my pussy still quivering, he stood and pulled me to the edge of the bed by my legs.

"Tell me what you want now, Misty. I won't give it to you unless you do," Marcus said with a sly grin, his beautiful black cock swinging ominously between his legs, impossibly big and hard as a rock. I was now about to take the final step away from my marriage vows, but I was no longer thinking straight. I would have given up anything to feel that monster deep inside of me.

Without further thought, I said it. "I need you to fuck me with the big, beautiful, black cock, Marcus. Fuck me and claim me as yet another married, white woman on your fucking ledger."

Marcus smiled at that comment and just nodded his head. He stepped up, rubbing the tip of his hard cock along my wet folds, making me gasp. Before I could change my mind, he slowly started to push inside of me. Thankfully, knowing he was stretching me farther than anyone had ever done before, he took his time, allowing me to acclimate to his larger size. Luckily, I was wetter than I had ever been before, which aided his efforts. After what seemed like an agonizingly long time, he was fully seated inside of me, probing depths that my husband would never reach. He slowly started to slide himself in and out of me, fucking me slowly, almost tenderly. But that was not what I needed at that moment, though.

"Fuck me harder, Marcus. I need you to fully take me now. Claim me as your own," I cried out.

"That's my hungry bitch. I knew I would draw out your inner slut," he growled. "I'm going to wreck you, so you'll always be thinking about me when your husband fucks you moving forward."

He then started plowing into me in earnest. We both grunted with each thrust. I had never experienced anything like this before. Not with my husband or any other man I had been with prior to our marriage. It was incredible. Such a feeling of fullness and intense pleasure washed over me. At that moment, I realized I would need this again and again. I would not deprive myself of this intense pleasure ever again. If not with Marcus, I would find it with someone else who could provide it.

"Yes, oh, yes. Fuck me, Marcus. Make me cum on your glorious black cock," I moaned with unbridled pleasure.

Marcus rode for what seemed like forever. His intense pounding brought me right to the edge. I so needed to cum again. Before I could, he pulled out of me and spun me around on the bed, so I was on all fours, before plunging back inside of me. My God, it felt even deeper now as he fucked me with a wild abandon I now craved. Each thrust pushed my face into the mattress. I could not take much more. My entire body was on overload; my pussy was on fire, needing the release that was quickly approaching.

"Here it comes, Misty. I'm going to fill your white pussy to the brim with my thick load."

I felt Marcus tense up, and with one final thrust, he held himself inside me as I felt him unleash, filling my cheating womb with his hot seed. That took me over the edge; my body broke as my pussy clamped around his cock. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me. I thought it might never end before finally collapsing in a heap on the bed. Marcus's softening cock slipped out of my well-used pussy along with a copious amount of his cum.

"Damn, girl. That was intense. Too bad I have to check out this afternoon, or I would take several more rounds out on your incredible pussy. If you are ever in town again, I have several friends that would enjoy taking you for a spin as well."

I just smiled. Funny, there was no guilt, just a sense of complete fulfillment. I knew right then that things would never be the same for me.

We pulled ourselves together, and I headed out his door. Marcus kissed me passionately one last time and gave me his number just in case we were ever in the same neighborhood again.

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Later, after Josh arrived back at our room, his day at the conference over, I was just lounging on the bed in a comfy t-shirt and leggings.

"How was your day?" he asked. "What interesting things did you get into?"

"Oh, a little of this and a little of that," I said with a dreamy look in my eyes. "I was thinking, Josh, you should bring me along on more of your future conferences. I just love getting out of the house on occasion to try a few new things."